Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

Everyone found their mounts, all spirits a touch subdued.


Baili Feng swept a glance across the crowd, pursed his lips, and repeated in a solemn voice:


"The Great Qin Army is in such a state, intelligence must be sent back."


On the other side of this gently curving hillock, not far away, the sounds of ferocious combat grew more intense, the brusque roars in the Great Qin dialect carried over by the cold wind descending from the peaks of Snow Mountain.


How can it be said we are without clothes.


Baili Feng scanned the twenty-five Iron Cavalry riders, folded the white silk filled with intelligence, and a bizarre thought rose unbidden in his mind—this was perhaps his most extraordinary performance since his studies began; if the Master saw it, he might be very fond of it.


He smiled, then the smile faded, his expression became slightly more solemn as he looked at these Iron Cavalry of the Qin Army and spoke in a measured tone:


Chapter 159: Hatred and Madness, the Long Blade Points (6000 Words 2-in-1)_2